Wang Qiong is getting more and more diligent in Chen Qingniu's woodshed. In the past two times, he has specially brought a lot of good wine that costs a lot of money. Today he has even brought a pot of high-quality bamboo leaf green and a large bag of braised food. He no longer treats Chen Qingniu condescendingly, and has reduced his identity. He is very enthusiastic about calling his brother and brother, and has a few more heartfelt greetings.

Chen Qingniu saw that Liulifang is in power and wealth today and will be inferior to pigs and dogs tomorrow. He did not show his ambition and was arrogant. In front of Wang Qiong, he still regarded himself as a minion. Wang Qiong was happy, blushed and talked in a lot of drunken words. Chen Qingniu was calm and did not care whether this man was drunk or not.

Wang Qiong left the woodshed and the braised meat was cleaned. There was only half of the pot of bamboo leaves on the small stool. He deliberately or unintentionally left to Chen Qingniu for exclusive enjoyment.

Chen Qingniu looked at the pot of wine and said to himself: "The world is clear and the knowledgeable, this martial artist with a rough appearance and a delicate heart has really taught me a lot of useful things."

In addition to Wang Qiong, some unfamiliar servants, and some maids who have always been stingy and charming were willing to sit in the woodshed for a while. Chen Qingniu was so amused that he could not find out that with a hooked finger, he could take off his clothes by one or two gorgeous maids who were unrestrained and lying naked on this harsh bedboard for him to pick them. Liu Qi must have been jealous three years ago. I wonder how he is now in the palace. Liu Qi's life is hard and he should not die.

Suddenly, there was no stinging pain for a whole hour. Chen Qingniu was not very adaptable. He lay on the cold bed board, looking at the night sky through the dilapidated and rotten window of the woodshed room, and there were four impressive scenes in his mind: the little girl in the glorious Dong Mansion faced the calmness of the long sword.

The peerless style of the purple-robed Shilang Pang.

The groom stretched out two fingers to move the plate in a subtle movement.

Finally, there is Mrs. Fan Ru Bingxue's eyes and a plump and delicate body that forms a sharp contrast.

Chen Qingniu laughed at himself: "Liu Qi, Liu Qi, I used to scold you for staring at women with augmented breasts and fat breasts - slim waists. It seems that we are two of us. The only thing that is better than you is that I am not resenting the slender and small yellow girl at the same time."

Thinking of this, Chen Qingniu somehow remembered the picture of "The Picture of the King of Yan's Journey to Xiao Xue", and then thought of the last Zhaorong's back of the last Zhaorong.

Very similar.

Chen Qingniu fell asleep slowly with a smile on his lips. Before he fell asleep, he had only one dirty idea: Damn, it was time to find a girl for the little brother in his crotch who had been dependent on each other for sixteen years, otherwise he would worry about it when the carp was thrusting every morning.

When he woke up in the morning, he continued to practice the lower hand gesture that he had touched from Wang Qiong. Chen Qingniu felt that his vision had completely recovered, and he even felt clearer than before. He ran into a beautiful singer and maid on the road. With a glance, he could see their eyelashes or tender fuzz on his delicate ears. Not to mention that he could estimate the weight of the girls' breasts with his rich experience in learning with Liu Qi.

He came to the small garland courtyard without any rush, cleaned the courtyard, fed fish, wiped the stone table, rattan chairs and mandarin duck chess pieces. His life was not heavy, but he was meticulous and meticulous. He lost one of the box of Qilin jade chess pieces on the stone table, and it was damaged and worn a little. He could not afford to pay his life.

The innocent man was still unwilling to sit in the courtyard, and he did not give Chen Qingniu a chance to see his beauty. The small building seemed particularly quiet and deep.

Chen Qingniu gradually faded into the thought of the noble woman who was a simplified Chinese music.

Mrs. Fan is enough.

This is of course Chen Qingniu's delusion.

However, Mrs. Fan is indeed of first-class charm. She is tall and taller than ordinary men. Standing among women, she stands even more prominently in the middle of a woman. Her legs are particularly slender, her walking dignified and virtuous, without the slightest sense of a brothel girl. Even though she is already wearing loose clothes, her breasts are still arrogant and her butt is completely in line with the common requirements of Chen Qingniu and Liu Qi's two chicks. So when she looks at her face, the graceful ladies, and when she looks at her back, she is charming and beautiful.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Qingniu even held Mrs. Fan's jade hand.

Unfortunately, I was nervous at that time, and I didn’t have time to rub and experience it.

Chen Qingniu hates a lot.

That's Mrs. Fan, a woman who is even more difficult to kiss than the "Fragrant Pendant Fan" of the Liulifang Courtesan.

Chen Qingniu stood under the purple bamboo bushes and sighed, without realizing that there was a serious hunchbacked old woman standing behind her. She was indifferent to him and was disdainful to him. Chen Qingniu always had a helpless illusion: Could it be that I owed this old woman tens of thousands of dollars in her previous life?

The hunchbacked old woman should have a pair of outstanding phoenix eyes when she was young, but she looked seventy years old. Not only did she no longer be charming, but she added to her a little bit of sinisterness. The old woman stood behind Chen Qingniu with a stern face. After listening to the sighs of incense for half a time, she looked unhappy, but she never interrupted Chen Qingniu's reverie.

Until Chen Qingniu was suddenly shocked, turned around and smiled. Chen Qingniu was handsome. For some reason, Wang Qiong and his group were surprised that Chen Qingniu was still the same Chen Qingniu. The carp jumped over the dragon gate, and was still gentle, kind, respectful and frugal, but they just looked something wrong, giving people a feeling very different from the past.

The old woman glanced at Chen Qingniu's eyes, frowned with a sparse brow, her face became more and more disgusting, and said lukewarmly: "Little boy, I'm covered in dirty and vicious aura, and I'll look upstairs and dig your dog's eyes."

Chen Qingniu narrowed his eyes and stared at the old woman who was speechless. He rubbed his hands and smiled.

If it were in the past, Chen Qingniu was still the lowest-level errand runner, and would have licked his face and slapped his waist. He would only dare to complain in his stomach and never reveal any of it on his face. But after the Dong family killed someone in one go, Chen Qingniu's whole spirit suddenly changed.

His changes were just a vague feeling by ordinary people. Only when Mrs. Fan, the most outstanding figures on the mountains outside the world, realized that it was the innate treasure of the military strategist - the birth of the military strategist, which made Chen Qingniu's status in martial arts like the Liulifang, with a rising water and a surprisingly rapidity.

When the old woman saw Chen Qingniu's attitude, her face became colder, and she said stiffly: "Little beast, do you really think that if you have a little wife Fan Xuanyu support you, I can't cure you?"

Fan Xuanyu?

Mrs. Fan’s name?

Chen Qingniu was stunned for a moment. He thought that the old woman was just a madam. Relying on her qualifications, she sneered at the figures outside the Liuli Courtyard. Now her tone is not like an ordinary old woman. Her cold body is even more fierce than Xiao Wan'er, who is just a mediocre person. She calls the name of the shop owner and is very disrespectful. She doesn't dare to use the countless incense pendant fans of the ministers under the skirt of Liangzhou?

Chen Qingniu saw the wind turning and smiled flatteringly: "The old lady is so serious. The young man is just the last servant in the yard. After receiving great blessings, he was able to enter the fairy-like small courtyard. The lady who was only worried that she was not attentive to serve the gods and figures would not dare to do anything. Occasionally, she plucked up her courage to look at Xiaolou for a while, but she felt that the lady had a great piano sound, and she only had respect in her heart, and she did not dare to have any wrong thoughts. If there was any untrue, the young man would be struck by lightning. In the future, the young man would never look at Xiaolou anymore, and would only bow his head to do things."

The old woman snorted coldly, "The despicable eloquence made my ears dirty."

Chen Qingniu nodded frequently and said, "What the old lady taught her is the lesson."

The old woman turned around and left, walked into the small building, and the door of the small building creaked and closed it. Chen Qingniu did not see her take action. Such strange methods surprised him.

Outside the gate of Liuli Courtyard, there was a maid who was dressed more brightly than the ordinary singer dance in the yard. She looked arrogant. Chen Qingniu hurriedly greeted him. She glanced at Chen Qingniu and said, "My lady is coming to the yard later. Please let Xiaoling in the building prepare early."

After saying that, Chen Qingniu, who was in a difficult mood, complained and left directly. Chen Qingniu walked back to the yard with a bitter face, wandering outside the small building, not knowing how to open his mouth. The door slowly opened, and the elusive old woman stood at the door and said calmly: "Little slave, get away."

Chen Qingniu, who was not a human inside and outside, returned empty-handedly, stood beside the celadon, looked around, and then secretly spit inward. Seeing the red carp that had a higher status in the Liuli Courtyard than him, I thought I would steam it sooner or later and braise you.

A moment later, a group of people with great pomp into the yard. The woman in the lead was charming, petite, and delicate, with a white and clear skin. The little lady was small but plump, which was rare. Behind her, five or six close-fitting maids and maids, Chen Qingniu greeted her with a smile.

I thought it was another scolding, but I never thought that the little lady with silk and brocade smiled lovely, like a spring breeze, and said to Chen Qingniu: "Are you the Emperor Chen Qing, who was named by Li Zhuangyuan?"

Chen Qingniu nodded quickly. The woman who smiled in front of her was a sharp contrast with the servant behind her who disdained Chen Qingniu, which made her look approachable.

She entered the yard, sat down on a rattan chair, picked up a white Qilin piece, placed it in the Tianyuan position in the middle of the chessboard, and waited for an incense stick. The maids behind her all looked towards the Xiaolou, with an angry look on her face. She looked up at Chen Baixiong who was standing a little farther away, and asked with a smile.

He said: "Di Chen Qing, do you know how to talk?"

Chen Qingniu whispered: "Can you know more."

She waved her hand and said softly: "Come and accompany me in the next game."

Chen Qingniu ran over honestly, sat down tremblingly, and played a game of Go with the beautiful Linglong woman. Chen Qingniu was not strong enough to be killed and was in a mess. The woman was slightly disappointed and lost her interest. She stopped staring at the chessboard. She leaned against the rattan chair and looked at the cluster of purple bamboos. She chuckled: "It's much lush. I planted it at that time, but there were no bamboo leaves."

Chen Qingniu finally knew who the woman was in front of him.

The big courtesan of Liulifang, Qin Xiangjun, "Fragrant Fan Pendant".

She is known as the beauty worth ten hu of pearls, the leader of nearly 10,000 brothel girls in the entire Zhuque Liangzhou. She made a big splash when she left the Liuli Courtyard.

She stood up softly and lazily, smiled and said, "What a big air. This is just Qingling. If she becomes a red card in the future, she will not be considered a queen."

Chen Qingniu lowered his head and said nothing, how dare he interrupt? A god-like fight is the only way to see his eyes, nose, and heart, and not be affected by the fish in the pond.

She looked at Chen Qingniu, Qiu Shui's eyes contained an indescribable style, and said softly: "Emperor Chen Qing, why don't I say to Mrs. Fan, go to my firefly courtyard, and I dare not say anything else, I will always be less angry."

Not to mention, Chen Qingniu was really moved.

Qin Huakui’s Liuying Courtyard is a well-known blessed land for Liulifang. In one hand, it is said that the owner of the courtyard is heartless and never beats and scolds his servants. He gives high wages. He even gives some rewards during festivals. Second, Liuying Courtyard is Qin Huakui’s territory. Most men cannot enter at all. The powerful and powerful general of Liangzhou is still turned away, so there is no need to worry about being troubled by bad clients. Those who are qualified to enter the courtyard are also concerned about the affection and face of the incense pendant fan and being harmonious.

Finally, Chen Qingniu was still in the middle of the night and was quietly thinking about finding a lady for the little brother in his crotch. Isn’t this just because he has a kind-hearted person who has helped him in time without bringing toilet paper? Chen Qingniu made a quick head, weighing the pros and cons, thinking that at least he had some friendship with Mrs. Fan and the highly capable groom. He asked for it and might go further.

Just as Chen Qingniu was about to give it a try.

The door is open.

The Qinggonger walked out with the old woman. She seemed to have no idea about the world. She met Qin Huakui, who was second only to the owner of Liulifang, without taking a look at him. She just stared at Chen Qingniu fiercely and said coldly: "One day I am my slave, but I will be my ghost when I am beaten to death."

Chen Qingniu immediately felt cold.

Finally, I saw Qing Guan'er's face, which was consistent with the rumors in the shop. Her appearance was not stunning. In Chen Qingniu's eyes, she looked almost the same as Xiao Wan'er. As she looked at it, Chen Qingniu looked a little familiar. Finally, I remembered that she was the one who was sitting in the last carriage that day, with a delicate back and floating away when the wind blew.

After hearing her vicious words, Chen Qingniu became more and more determined to leave the Liuli Courtyard as soon as possible. The old saying goes, appearance comes from the heart, and reading books on herringbone, and listening to people playing the piano the same. This Zhaorong prostitute has a different style of playing the piano for two days. In Chen Qingniu's opinion, he must be a capricious woman. If he serves such people, he might be killed by a big stick when he just took the dates. Stay away and leave early.

The courtesan Qin Xiangjun had a delicate orifice, and he looked at his words and expressions with perfection. When he looked at Chen Qingniu's face, he knew that the servant was thinking, so he added fuel to the fire, and he was exactly the same as the Qinggonger. He didn't look at each other. He just looked at Chen Qingniu with confidence and smiled: "Di Chen Qingdi, get rid of it. I will say hello to Mrs. Fan first, and I can go to Liuyingyuan to play chess with me tomorrow at the latest."

Qing Gong'er still narrowed her pair of phoenix eyes that were much more outstanding than her appearance, stared at Chen Qingniu, who was not small in the middle, curled her lips and spit out a word: "Dare you?"

Now, it is difficult for Chen Qingniu to be a fence-bearer.

The white-haired groom savior appeared at the gate of the courtyard like a savior and shouted: "Chen Qingniu, Mrs. Fan called you to come over, don't neglect."

Chen Qingniu, who was covered in cold sweat, felt relieved and resigned with the two fairy sisters who were competing against each other and quickly ran out of the place of right and wrong.

The white-haired groom led Chen Qingniu to his courtyard, located in the small corner of the northernmost part of Liulifang. No one cared about it. Chen Qingniu was suspicious. After sitting down, he took out a plate of peanuts, picked up the green gourd wine pot, raised his head and took a sip, and said, "Mrs. Fan didn't call you, it's me that I want to explain something to you."

Chen Qingniu became more and more puzzled. Although the man in front of him was just a groom, he was obviously the confidant of the owner of the shop. He had not set up a strange spell in Dong's mansion that day, Chen Qingniu might not be able to meet the bloated Dong Zhuo alone, let alone escape from the purple-robed Shilang Pang.
Chapter completed!